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The Sea Will Guide You Back To Me	By : BurntToasties Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Tokio Hotel, and I do not profit from these writings.

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When we arrived, the house was still brilliantly lit, but no cars were in the driveway or surround street. I pulled out my phone and called my mom.
   “What?” She answered curtly.
   “Mom? Where is everyone?” I asked. She sighed into the phone.
“Marina, we’re at the hospital. Oma had a heart attack after photographers staked out the house just after you and Brianne left. She’s doing better, but she wants to see the two of you,” my mom said.
“Ok, we’ll be at the hospital as soon as we can,” I said, and Buick pulled out of the driveway. She made it to the hospital in record time, and we jogged to the lobby asking the receptionist for the room number.
“Marina! Down here!” My mom shouted from up the hallway, and we quickly walked over to her. I hugged my mom tightly, feeling that she needed it more than she knew.
“What happened?” I asked, Bee heading to her family. My mom took a deep breath to center herself, and let it out.
“Right after you two left, photographers showed up at the house to see if you two were with the boys. Interviewers were calling the phones, pounding on the front and back doors. Your Oma tried to fend them off the best she could, but she got stressed out because they were shouting such personal questions. That, and one camera guy trampled through her flower bed. I think that’s what triggered the heart attack,” my mom explained. I shook my head, sighing.
“Marina, if they do this again, I don’t think mom can handle it,” she said, rubbing my back. I nodded, looking over at Buick and the rest of my family hovering around my grandma.
“I think it might be best for me to head back home early,” I said slowly, looking back to my mom. She nodded, looking at the ground.
“Your father and I thought the same thing. We already booked tickets back home for tomorrow at 8 pm,” she said. I nodded.
“I’ll pack tonight, but I promised Bill I’d see him tomorrow,” I said, pulling out my phone. My mom shot me daggers.
“I’m calling him to tell him I’m leaving and can’t mom,” I said, rolling my eyes and walking up the hallway from her. I dialed the number and listened to the ringing, stomach in knots.
“Hallo love,” he answered, with a smile I figured.
“Hey, I can’t see you tomorrow,” I said. “My grandma had a heart attack after cameramen attacked the house looking for Buick and I. My family and I are flying back to New York tomorrow night,” I explained. Bill was silent on the other end for a minute.
   “I understand. Can I at least come see you before you leave?” He asked quietly, all energy gone from his voice.
   “Yeah, of course you can,” I said. My mom coughed from behind me. “I have to go Bill.” We hung up and I went back to the room with my mom, watching each white tile pass under my feet. I looked up once we were in the doorway, seeing a spot next to her between Buick and my brother. I sat next to her and she smiled at me.
   “Oma, I’m so sorry,” I started but she shook her head. She waved at everyone else to get out of the room, but everyone stayed, not sure who should go.
   “You all here make me feel like I should be dying. Which I’m not. Go home,” she said. We laughed lightly, and each aunt and uncle and cousin came by, kissing her cheek and promising to see her when she was released. My mother stayed behind, everyone else at the back of the room, but my grandma pointed at the door.
   “You too darling. I want to talk to Mina alone,” she said, glaring at my mom. She reluctantly left, shutting the door. My Oma took my hand, rubbing the back of it gently.
   “Your mom thinks this Bill will leave you for some other hot musician or model,” she started, looking at my hands. “I think your mom has no faith in love. You do think he loves you right?” I nodded
   “He said he loves me, and he’d never feel this way for anyone else. I believe him, and I feel the same way,” I said. She pulled me into a hug.
   “Mein Mina, you’re more special, more talented than any music girl, more beautiful than any model. Don’t let anyone stand between you two,” she said, patting my back. “And if he does leave you, I’ll hunt him down. Tell Buick the same thing,” she said, winking. I laughed, shaking my head.
   “I’m leaving tomorrow night, so hopefully they’ll leave you alone and follow me to New York,” I said.
   “Wise decision for someone that’s conscious of their family and the affect of the nosy paparazzi,” she said, nodding and letting go of my hand. I walked out of the room, and my mom immediately cornered me.
   “What’d she tell you?” She asked. I raised an eyebrow.
“That you were a groupie for the Scorpions and should mind your own business,” I said, leading the way to the car.
   The next morning I woke to shouting downstairs. I looked at the clock, and saw it was not morning, but in fact, noon. I ran down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. I saw my mom yelling at someone just outside the door and the rest of the family gathered around listening, but trying to look as if they weren’t.
   “It’s because of you that no one here can go outside like normal people! We’re being hunted because you’re infatuated with my daughter for this week,” she yelled, making me pause on the bottom step.
   “Ma’am, I’m sorr-” Bill stammered.
“Don’t you dare apologize like you didn’t know this would happen! Tell me, how much longer are you going to be with Marina huh? Another day or two before you find someone better?” My mom attacked, taking a step towards Bill like a lioness circling a wounded zebra just before it tore at its throat.
   “Mom!” I shouted, causing her to turn. “Leave Bill alone,” I said, coming off the stairs and took quick steps to Bill’s side and hugged him.
   “Let me talk to her for a minute,” I said, and he nodded, letting me shut the door behind me. I turned to my mother, the anger flaming in my eyes.
   “You can’t possibly believe he loves you,” she snorted, not getting any responses from the group around us, which quickly dispersed.
   “Yes, I do believe that he loves me mother. How is it that you know he doesn’t? Do you think you know who he is more than I do? You need to stop jumping to conclusions about him, just because he’s in a band! So you’re either going to welcome him into the house, we’ll hang out for a few hours, and he’ll leave, or I move out as soon as we get home,” I said lowly, backing her into a corner by the stairs. Her eyes showed the fear that I knew they would at my threat. We stared at each other for what felt like ages before she sighed and left the room. I opened the door to see Bill singing quietly as he tried to balance on the porch step, a brown bag swinging from one hand.
   “You can come in now, my mom won’t verbally assault you,” I said with a smile. He returned it, coming through the door. I followed Bill upstairs, showing him the door to Buick and my room.
   “Your mom is scary,” he said, jumping on the bed next to my suitcase where I had been sleeping minutes before. I sat in the computer chair and nodded.
   “Tell me about it. I had to threaten to move out to if she didn’t let you in,” I said. Bill snorted, lifting the lid to my suitcase and looking at my tightly packed clothes.
   “Well you’re all ready to go,” he noted, taking in each nicely folded shirt.
“Yeah, I was getting ready to put my shampoos and stuff in when I fell asleep,” I said, watching him smile as he lifted the blue halter from the case. He let it fall gently back to the suitcase, before jumping.
   “Oh! I brought you something!” He said, rifling through the bag he brought. He produced five neatly folded shirts and handed them to me. I laughed, taking them and shaking my head.
   “I picked the ones I thought you’d look best in, including my red shirt. I’m expecting to see you photographed in each of them,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest, as if daring me to disobey. I smiled, standing from the chair and kissing him before laying the shirts in my suitcase.
   “I’ll try my best,” I said, kissing him again. He held me close, kissing my neck.
   “So what are we going to do? Stay up here under the watch of nazi mom?” He said, raising an eyebrow at me.
   “Course not. We’re sneaking out,” I smiled, going to the window and opening it, climbing out on to the sturdy branch. “Don’t close the window all the way, or we’ll have to go through the front door,” I said as he climbed out, stepping tentatively on to the branch. He nodded, closing the window until an inch gap remained. We climbed down the tree, carefully avoiding the weaker branches, until we jumped the last few feet to the ground. We jogged across the yard to his car, jumping in and buckling up as he started the engine. As we turned off my street, Bill looked at me before glancing back to the road.
   “Why don’t you ever drive?” He asked, raising a curious eyebrow. I shrugged.
   “Well, we’re only here for a month every year, and I’d get so turned around with driving here then having to readjust to back home. So I figured, why bother learning?” I answered. He nodded, looking back at the road. After a minute or two he laughed.
   “Can we turn music on? I hate having a quiet car,” he asked, giving me a quick pout.
   “Course. I hate driving without music!” I said, and he turned on the radio, switching to a rock channel. We drove for a few minutes, driving farther from my house. Eventually we pulled over and Bill parked, but left the engine running. I raised en eyebrow at him, and he pulled out a blindfold.
   “You must put this on. Georg says so,” He said, keeping his face straight. I snorted, trying to hold back a laugh.
   “Really? Georg says I have to?” I asked. He nodded, and pulled out his cell phone and showed me a text which, to my disbelief, said ‘make sure she’s wearing a blindfold’. I shook my head and tied it on, careful not to tangle my hair in the knot. It was a thick piece of cloth, and I could not see anything with it on.
   “Can you see?” Bill asked to my left. I turned to look at his general vicinity.
   “Not a thing,” I said.
   “Then how did you know to look at me?” He asked back, and I could picture him crossing his arms. I raised an eyebrow at him.
   “Seriously? How did I know you were in the driver’s seat?” I asked, trying not to laugh out loud.
“Oh yeah. Well… How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked.
“Three?”
“Nope. None. Guess you are blind,” He said cheerfully before I felt the car pull from the curb. I reached out blindly, feeling his arm, and giving him a playful punch as he drove. Eventually we pulled over once more, and my door was opened for me. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and was abruptly lifted onto someone’s shoulder. I squeaked in protest, feeling dizzy without being able to see which way I was now facing. I was carried up a flight of stairs, and eventually put down.
   “Bill your girlfriend is heavier than hell,” Tom’s voice said from behind me. I took off the blindfold to see him smiling at me, and he winked.
   “Don’t even, Tomi, you carried her because you wanted a free feel of her ass,” Bill sighed, stepping through the door behind his twin. I turned around to see the other two boys and a hastily made ‘farewell’ banner. I laughed, shaking my head.
   “Well, we figured that we’d get a preflight drink with you before you head back to the states. It’ll be a while before we can get another overseas tour,” Georg said, handing me a cup. I took the cup and drank, a smile on my lips. Tom grabbed a bottle and a box, tossing it at me.
   “Something to keep you company while you miss me,” he said. I opened the box to see a stack of pictures, all of Tom, autographed by ‘The world’s greatest guitarist’. I laughed, shaking my head and hugging him. Georg handed me the biography on The Red Hot Chili Peppers he had been reading on the plane. I turned to Gustav and he held out empty hands.
   “What? Nothing for me?” I smiled, and he nodded.
“It’s not like we’re saying goodbye. At least I’ll still write and talk to you. They’re all acting like you’re going away for good,” he said. I laughed and hugged him, taking another drink. We laughed as Bill tried to get us all to dance, playing music off his computer as the rest of us drank. Eventually we finished off two bottles of alcohol and decided it was time to get back home before my mom knew we were gone. I hugged Tom and Georg, thanking them for their gifts, and thanked Gustav for not treating it like our last day together. Bill drove me home, parking alongside the curb. I climbed the tree with ease, climbing out on the branch and opening my window. I looked down to see Bill having a hard time negotiating the climb.
   “Damn clothes do not allow any movement at all!” He cursed as he finally reached the branch I was on and I jumped in my window, foot catching on the edge and sending me straight to the floor. Bill climbed in after me, laughing at my fall and shutting the window.
   “Did you two have fun?” a voice said from behind us.
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